Winifred Margaretta Kirkland, The Joys of Being a Woman, and Other Papers
“ Often one goes gambolling into success unwittingly as a young animal, only to have one’s first joyous neigh, or bray, of achievement cut short by feeling sudden hands bind one to a treadmill—the treadmill that impels one to grind out similar achievements, tramp-tramp-tramp, all the rest of one’s life. ”
